| Challenge #84: Babylon |
[Sep. 18th, 2008|01:43 pm] |
Title: Uninformed
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) badbadpixie
A/N: Unbetad All mistakes are mine. But that's all. Nothing else is.
Condom: Even if I'd love to give Brian this, let's face it: Hunter needs it a whole lot more!
"…close this haven of sodomy and sin down!!"
A group of five people with a glint of insanity in their eyes, visible to Justin although the alley outside the entrance was very dark this time of night.
The bouncer lifted the red velvet rope and greeted him with a curt,
"Welcome, Mr Taylor" as Justin walked by.
He found Brian in the VIP room.
"Did you see the 'mob' outside?" he smirked, waving a flyer in Justin's face.
"The Whore of Babylon – is that supposed to be you?"
Brian pulled Justin closer, "Shows what they know. I'm the fucking ruler!" |
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| Challenge 83: Toppy!Justin |
[Sep. 15th, 2008|11:28 am] |
Title: Aftermath (2x100)
Author: badbadpixie
A/N:Un betaed. All mistakes are mine!
Condom: There isn't any mention of Toppy!Justin in the first one, so I can only offer Brian one condom.
Brian moved very carefully through the doors of the gym.
Stupid ass fucking asshole Colin. “Dropping the soap in the shower” is a homophobic expression, not something you actually DO just because it’s the showers at a gay gym!! And stepping on a soap in the shower is damn slippery....
The irritated monologue kept playing out in Brian’s head, while he carefully limped across the street to the parked Vette.
Moaning and groaning he carefully lowered his battered body into the driver’s seat. Almost seated, his muscles gave out and he lost his balance and landed hard on his ass...
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The non suspecting citizens of Pittsburgh got an ear full of the most colorful explaintatives known to man. Brian was sure his overloaded brain managed to even come up with a couple of new ones.
As soon as he got his breath back he pulled out his cell. Justin hadn’t more than picked up before he yelled,
“You motherfucking piece of useless shit!! Didn’t I teach you anything? My ass is ON FIRE!!”
Even through the white noise in his head, Brian could clearly hear the smile on Justin’s lips before slamming the phone shut.
Colin was a dead fag. |
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| Challenge 83: Toppy!Justin |
[Sep. 14th, 2008|02:21 am] |
Title: Good Morning
Author: badbadpixie
A/N: 7x100 words on the theme Toppy!Justin. Brian's POV. My darling bitches where busy so it's not betad yet. All mistakes are mine.
Betas: callie89 and vl_redreign
Condoms: Hmmm... I either try to stir up a condom war by awarding Emmy-Lou them, but.... No. Brian x 7
I
Ever woken up with a tongue in your ass?
"Justin..."
Well, that's what I tried to say, but since my face was buried in my pillow it came out more like,
"Mhffnn..."
My head still tried to clear while my body obviously worked on another time table. My back arched, my legs fell open and my knees started to push against the sheets.
Noticing the signs, Justin pulled the rest of the duvet away and crawled between my legs.
The last doubt I ever had about what was about to happen, vanished. And I didn't care.
It felt too good
( Part II to VII ) |
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| Challenge #82: first |
[Sep. 5th, 2008|08:55 pm] |
Title: Bump Me!
Author: badbadpixie
Rating: Brian has a potty mouth. I have no idea about ratings - but, PG-13?
Beta: firehead30 and vl_redreign Mah Bitches!!
Notes: Like dirtylttlescret, this originated from outlander's hubby-post! (although I couldn't bring myself to get Brian to buy Justin a t-shirt... :P)
Condom: One to Emmett
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The loft door closed with a squeeking sound. Justin acknowledged Brian’s presence with a slight wave from the couch,
- How was your trip?
The sound of bags hitting the floor and the annoyed muttering from his partner didn’t faze him much. Brian hated DC, and he’d been there for a week this time.
When the expected stomping across the floor towards the bedroom didn’t occur, Justin turned his head to glance in Brian’s direction.
It seemed like he hadn’t moved from the spot where he dropped his carry on bag on the floor. Instead, he just stood there.
Glaring.
( ....and the condom goes to.... ) |
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| challenge #73: Rimming - Stress Relief x 8 |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|02:34 am] |
Title: Stress Relief
Author: badbadpixie
Rating: Hard R/NC-17?
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Warnings/Author's Notes: Contains abuse of leg joints… I’m not a writer. This just wrote it self. Please be gentle. I own an nine year old computer and a pretty red bike. Other that that - nothing.
Betas: vl_redreign and helpful hints by firehead30
And the condom goes to: Five condoms to Brian.
( Stress Relief ) |
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| Challenge #28: NC-17 -- "Push" |
[Aug. 31st, 2007|09:17 am] |
Title: Push
Author: badbadpixie
Warnings/Author's Notes: I suck at ratings - but R/NC-17?
I own nothing. CowLip and Justin owns me.
This is the second fic-like-thing-y I ever post, and the first I post here. Be gentle with me.
Quicky beta by jameserin.
And the condom goes to: Justin!
There it was.
That quick, split-second of blinding panic.
He forced the air out of his lungs when his chest felt like it was going to explode. Every time was the same. Even if he tried his best to be rational and think clearly about what to do – of course he knew what to do – it was always the same. Panic. A flash of total seizure of his whole body. “Burn” wasn’t even a word for it.
Because it fucking hurt.
His own words playing back at him, mocking him, “...it’s part of it...”
Brian closed his eyes and pushed... |
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